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Friday, 16 May 2014

Strawberries with cream

Your words are
non-swimmer in the river
pieces of paper in the storm
cubes of ice in the stove

I am childish, but still
I am not so foolish
If your actions nothing show
your declaration of love
is the broken arrow

Be my umbrella in the rain
my lifeguard at the lake
Be my jacket in the snow
in the summer my shadow

That you love me I will know
when with actions you show
you are strawberries with cream
not the cheap, bitter drink

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